Travels: I Dream of Beaches

Pretty much all I’ve been able to think about for the past few weeks is vacation. I’m in desperate need of some sun and sand. GO HOME WINTER, NOBODY LIKES YOU. Last week, I may or may not have been gently caressing the sundresses buried deep in the back of my closet. Whispering sweet nothings to them: “Soon, my sweets..... so soon....”

I dream of beaches. Of soft sand under my toes, the gentle sound of waves crashing on the shore, and the smell of salt in the air. Of sunsets that literally take the breath right out of you. Of flip flops and sunblock and coolers stacked with beer. Of chipped pink painted toes and chapped lips. Tousled hair, skin burned to a crisp.... I dream of beaches.

The first time I went to a beach (I was about three years old), I apparently went CRAZY. I can just imagine tiny toddler Nikbear running around Wildwood Beach, rolling around in the sand, shrieking with joy, and shoving sand into her mouth.

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I'd like to say that my time spent on beaches in Miami was slightly more mature and refined, but it wasn't. It was pretty much the same thing except I wasn't quite so small anymore. Or as adorable when running around shrieking. Or as entertained by sand getting all up in my mouth.

But some of my best memories from my college years consist of me and three best gal pals clambering into my little car on a Saturday, heading to the beach for the day, and then stopping at Taco Rico for a feast on our way home. We’d inevitably end the day with an epic nap because (fun fact) ... 6 hours of sun + 6 tacos = coma.

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I know I didn’t fully appreciate my proximity to the beach during my time in Miami. Despite the fact that those Saturdays were pretty frequent, I remember pining for soft sand and salty water during my first year in New York. It’s really true what they say: you don’t know how good something is until you lose it.

I went an entire year without being on a beach before I finally made it to a friend’s place in Westhampton. And although the beaches weren’t quite as spectacular as say Miami, or Montego Bay, or Turks & Caicos.... it sufficed. It was my first time on a Northeastern beach in a long time, and I was just grateful to get all sandy and salty again.

I felt like myself again for the first time in a long time. It’s really amazing how drastically a Vitamin D deficiency can effect your mental health!

I made a vow right then and there to make sure I stuck my toes in some sand and one body of water at least once a year. Life’s been good to me and I’m proud to report that I’ve been able to meet that requirement every year so far.

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Over the past few years, I’ve seen quite a few beaches (both local and foreign) and I can’t wait to dive head first into even more sparkling seas over the next few years. I’m in the process of trying to figure out which beach to add to my repertoire this summer - do you have any recommendations? I’d love to hear all about your favorite destinations!

Sending sunshine and warmth your way, xx Nikbear